My sign-in life in Douluo.

Chapter 37 Why do you hold a sword? Strange Space

Chapter 37 Why do you hold a sword? Strange Space

Jian Douluo put away his sword intent. He said to Jiang Siming calmly, "Your sword is very powerful. I have never seen a martial soul with three different abilities. My Seven Killing Sword is even unwilling to release. Your soul skills are also ridiculously strong."

Jiang Siming, whose face was bruised and swollen, was annoyed. "He was too ruthless. He only hit my face."

"But you haven't really utilized its power. You're just using it reasonably." Jian Douluo said.

Jiang Siming couldn't help but nodded when he heard this.

"I won't teach you today, and I can't teach you. I only ask you one question, why do you hold a sword? When you figure it out, the training will begin." Jian Douluo said and left.

Jiang Siming was speechless. "How many novels in the past life have this line, 'Why do you hold a sword?' I didn't expect that I would be in the same situation today."

However, Jiang Siming just complained and sat down. What Jian Douluo asked was exactly what he had been thinking about last night. Why do you hold a sword? Why do you practice?

Jiang Siming released four swords. The Juexian Sword was sharp and could cut through everything. The Luxian Sword was the most murderous, its killing power eroded everything. The Xianjian Sword was the most magical, stirring up all emotions. Jiang Siming didn't know what the fourth Rusted Sword was capable of.

Jiang Siming thought for a moment, then retracted the other three swords, leaving only the rusty sword. He stood up and repeated the action of drawing the sword.

A day later, Jiang Siming was still standing there, repeating the boring process of drawing the sword and sheathing it.

Starting from the third day, Jiang Siming's body gradually became weak. If a soul master does not use soul power, he is not much different from an ordinary person. Even though Jiang Siming's physical fitness is extremely terrifying, he cannot maintain his body functions without eating and drinking water. But Jiang Siming gritted his teeth and persevered.

On the tenth day, Jiang Siming was already on the verge of collapse. Ning Fengzhi, who was standing by, saw this and wanted to rush over to let him rest, but was stopped by Jian Douluo.

"If you don't want him to fail, let him continue. Don't worry, he won't die. If it were an ordinary person, he would have started to show the current symptoms on the third day at most. He has lasted for ten days. I have never seen such a talented soul master, and I have never seen anyone with such perseverance."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Jiang Siming with eyes full of admiration.

Jiang Siming doesn't want to be a hero, so he always maintains a nonsensical image of a humorous man. But Jiang Siming is very persistent. He will never change what he believes.

The two things that people fear the most are death and loneliness. What is it like to be between life and death?

Starting from the afternoon of the tenth day, Jiang Siming's spirit and energy were sublimated, and he stood firmly again, wielding the rusty sword vigorously.

From the tenth day, Jiang Siming's mind seemed to become unclear. He kept thinking of Jian Douluo's words inexplicably, "Why do you wield a sword?"

Slowly, Jiang Siming felt himself trapped in a strange space.

When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again, he saw nothing but white.

"This is where?"

Jiang Siming looked around and saw nothing but a vast expanse of white.

Suddenly, four powerful auras came from four directions, and four swords appeared out of thin air, inserted into the white ground. The surroundings were full of cracks, as if the white space was shattered.

"This is the Four Swords of Zhu Xian." Jiang Siming said in surprise. He was obviously practicing swordsmanship, but he didn't know why he came to this strange space. The first three swords of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian were all the same as Jiang Siming had seen before, but the last sword was full of chains, but it still couldn't suppress the aura of destruction it released.

Looking at the four Zhu Xian swords, Jiang Siming unconsciously walked towards one of the unique immortal swords.

Jiang Siming kept approaching, and the Juexian Sword seemed to be aware of Jiang Siming's approach. It immediately released a sharp sword energy and attacked Jiang Siming.

"Damn, where is the system at this time? What's wrong with me?" Jiang Siming was speechless. He was familiar with the plot of Douluo and was used to the system. He was at a loss for a moment when he encountered the current situation.

"No, I can't die here." Jiang Siming gritted his teeth and slowly moved forward against the sword energy. The dense sword energy was impossible to avoid. At first, it only cut Jiang Siming's skin, but as he slowly approached the Juexian Sword, the wound gradually became deeper and deeper.

"No, there's no point in trying to hold on. If this is a test, there is definitely a way to survive." Jiang Siming stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground to think.

"This is my sword, why would it hurt me?"

"Is this my sword?"

"Why am I hurt?"

……

A series of questions kept flashing through Jiang Siming's mind: Why on earth would the Juexian Sword hurt me?

"Why do you hold the sword?"

"Why should I wield a sword?"

"No, that's not what you mean?"

……

Suddenly, Jiang Siming opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and walked forward fearlessly.

The sword energy attacked his body, but there was no more blood splattering.

Jiang Siming walked straight to the Juexian Sword and stroked the hilt. The sword body kept vibrating, as if resisting. Jiang Siming slowly pulled it out. He stroked the sword body with his hand. He slowly cut his palm with the Juexian Sword. The blood dripped onto the Juexian Sword and was strangely absorbed.

"You are my sword, a part of me. Why do you hold the sword? How can you hold the sword? This is me." Jiang Siming finished speaking, and the Juexian Sword slowly stopped vibrating. A monstrous sword intent burst out from Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming smiled slightly, ignoring the bleeding wounds on his body, and wielded the Juexian Sword wantonly.

Jiang Siming finally understood. Why do I hold a sword? It's not about holding a sword for a reason. The sword is a part of me. I hold a sword, so why should I hold a sword for a reason?

A double-edged sword can hurt the enemy, but it can also hurt yourself. But this is a part of me, so how can it hurt myself?

At first, Jiang Siming was really just using his first martial soul reasonably. He even just used his martial soul as a weapon. He forgot that the martial soul was born and hidden in the soul master's body.

Why is it that once a soul master with a weapon spirit has cultivated successfully, he will definitely be very powerful.

The difference between beast martial soul and weapon martial soul is that the soul master of beast martial soul does not need to consider his weapon at all, because his weapon is his body, so he has a strong sense of identification with the martial soul itself.

However, weapon spirit masters always treat weapon spirits as external objects, unable to achieve unity between man and weapon, and unable to use them flexibly from the heart. The reason why weapon spirit masters of the same level of Title Douluo are stronger is because weapon spirits need to be comprehended. Although beast spirits are born with a sense of identity, without comprehending, they naturally cannot exert stronger energy. People's time is limited, and who would spend a lot of time, not practicing but comprehending their own spirits.

And weapon spirit masters do have to spend time to comprehend their own martial spirits, so high-level spirit masters and weapon spirit masters of the same level are stronger.

(End of this chapter)